User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20150528020024

@Lath: Flane almost immediately runs into a thin weasel. The beast doesn't appear hostile, but it doesn't appear friendly, either. "Hoi, Chief, look 'ere, 'tis a ferret- not one of ours, sir!" Greel and the two others, finished tying the log pulleys in place, stump over to see what's going on. Fizzog peers at him. "Hmmph, Blirky, who's this then, eh?"

"Quiet," says Greel. "Blirky, ye'll 'ave to stay wi' the ferret untel we've dealt wi' the shrews. 'Ere they coom, step lifely!"